Текст песни Весёлый пономарь - Берёзовый суп

As soon as sunflower breaks from his lips,
As soon as the hatch ripe rye,
On sultry tables appears soup.
That sawing birch, the sawing birch ...

When the early morning was rising trough
I ate at random, under the cover coat.
Though Homeland generously fed me
Birch soup, birch soup!

On rumpled shirt is not washed away the traces
Selfless love for their native Fatherland
But we are waiting for the remnants of a meal
On a festive funeral feast on festive funeral feast

Closing credits drain into the cup,
Flutters over Sprat small doses ...
But keeps me culinary trap
Chunks of birch, birch chunks ...

The cut our Fatherland, sternly take,
Scrapie our belief sacred screw
But, please, never feed
Birch soup, soup birch ...